Where was I?

The other day I told you about being locked up in that stupid taller-than-a-coconut-tree tower. No, there wasn't any elevator either so Mother would climb my precious braids just to come up. After that she would spend the entire afternoon singing songs and brushing my hair (it usually takes about one hour, give and take, to give my hair a good brush down).

Day three of my imprisonment, and I began to hate Mother thoroughly. The boredom was overpowering, and sleeping alone at night was damn scary ok? High up in the tower, you can hear the swaying of the coconut trees and when the winds blow strongly, it really seems as if the entire tower was being surrounded by feisty ghouls.

So when Mark came calling from down below, he was my one and only saviour. My key to escaping from the tower. Mark claims he had heard of my beauty and long long hair a long time ago, and he decided to see if I was worth the climb. He came up, he told me he would take me away, but there wasn't a way down the idiotic tower. Though I hadn't an inkling how I was to climb down my own braids, it was quite easy to understand why I fell in love with the guy immediately.

We had our conversations in hushed whispers because I was scared that Mother had bewitched the coconut trees swaying around the tower.

'Cannot get down lah,' I was trying to tell Mark. 'See, there is no way whatsoever for me to climb down my own braids.'

'Cut your hair? Then we can tie the braids to the bed post '
'I can't! They're my crowning glory. No way am I going to cut my hair.'
'OK. Then I'll make a silk rope for you. What you think? I can ask the maid to do the weaving.'

The genius, Mark. But I had a better idea.

'I do can or not? The weaving I mean.'
'You cannot lah. Your fingers so precious.'

Precious, yes, but I was too fucking bored, so weaving a silk rope felt like a good way to pass time while waiting for his daily arrival. I told Mark this just ten minutes before he left me.

'You so fucking bored meh?' he said. Now this guy Mark is your average red-blooded male and he's quite the hamsap fella.

I wasn't complaining.

'You want me to fuck you out of your boredom or not?'
'Cannot lah.'
'But you fucking bored mah.'
'It's just an expression. Picked it up from the swaying coconut trees. They catch the voices in the air and repeat the foul words to me. At least, when you're stuck up in a tower and have nothing better to do, you feel foul and even swaying coconut trees speak in cusses.'
'I can make you sway like the coconut trees, if you like. And you'll say more than "fuck", trust me.'

God I wanted to end my abstinence there and then but Mother was coming for her visits, so I told Mark to go away ASAP. Anyway, I was devirginized on Mark's third visit. Damn good I tell you, the experience. Another day I'll tell you about my first time.

Anyway today's story is about the silk rope, and so happened that Mark decided, since I wanted to weave my own silk rope, he would be my daily supplier.

Took me about three days to weave the goddamn thing, but at least the whole process kept me busy in the nights.

Previously on Rapunzel Speaks:
RS 1: My name and how I came to be
RS 2: That famous long hair of mine